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"Frank, what the hell did you just say? What about Paris?"
Julian's words were sharp and deliberate. The director, oblivious, explained again, "You didn't know? Elara is moving to Paris. This is probably our last dinner with her. It'll be a long time before we see her again."
The director had no idea how bad things had gotten between me and Julian.
Hearing this, Julian's eyes turned red. He shot up from his seat, grabbed my arm, and dragged me into the hallway.
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